I've Run Out Of Questions Tbh

The Four Sacred Artistic Motives:

-what if this bad thing was good instead

-how about Make-Believe Land can have whatever I want

-would that be fucked up or what

-I think that shit's hot

There is nothing more precious to me as a writer than the comments left on AO3. Whenever I get that email notification, I wonder what kind of comment was left. To have a little fun, I'm going to sort the typical comments into a few different categories and share my reactions to them as a writer.

If you feel I missed a comment type, please let me know. I'm curious to learn what other classifications you think exist (positive comment types only please - let's not make this negative). Also, if you wanted to tag yourself, I'd love you know what type of commenter you think you are.

The Polite Conversationalist - Your comment confirms that you read and enjoyed the fic or chapter. You offer praise for the author's efforts and encouragement for them to continue. - If this is you, please know that I'm imagining us holding a book club together. I brought us snacks.

The All Caps Reaction - You left the most unhinged comment. - You were screaming as you read it? I was screaming as I wrote it. Let's be friends.

The How Dare You - The angst is real. And painful. And I'm sorry but the story needed it. - This is a compliment of the highest order and I'm so glad you left it.

The Conspiracy Theorist - You are so invested that you are trying to figure out what comes next. - I'm so excited to read your ideas. They let me know the story tracks for you. And I'm either smiling because you guessed right and I'm excited for you to read what comes next, or I'm grinning because I know the plot twist is going to blow your mind.

The Catch-Up - You haven't commented in a while and are letting me know you are catching up. - I'm so glad you are back! I missed you. I know life gets busy and it means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story.

The Giggle - You laughed at my jokes and let me know. - Did we just become best friends? I'm already making you a bracelet.

The Callout - You found my favorite line in the chapter or fic. - I love you so much. You just made my day, my week, my month. Seriously, all the love for the reader. xoxo

the bartender asks if i want the usual and i make a joke and say i want the unusual if they have it in the back and he giggles and walks through the door i havent seen until that point and comes back carrying a handful of wet colorful river shallow rocks and puts them on the bartop and we both look at them for hours until they dry and go dull and then we pour a little water over them again and look on

OooOOSSHHHGFGHHHGGABGS I SUDDENLY HAVE SOMETHING TO DO THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT CRAFT RELATED NOT AT ALL

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of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns

A tribute to the City of Tears

(script under cut)

1.

Unlike what people thought,

the Dreamers were aware of the world even in the Dream.

So Lurien continued to watch.

For that was his duty.

/

2.

Perhaps,

the title of ‘Watcher’

suits him now

more than it ever did when he was awake.

The Watcher's gaze wanders the city like a ghost.

//

3.

The endless sound of dripping rain, light glinting off the wet streets.

It didn't always rain in the city.

In the years 

since the city was built,

the rain was a relatively new development.

4.

But now even Lurien

finds it easier

to imagine the view outside the windows without rain

than to remember the city of before.

/

5.

Every day the city the Watcher knows falls into ruin.

And Lurien's worn out memories

fade bit by bit

leaving only the vague impression

that 'it wasn't always like this.'

/

6.

A song echoing amidst the patter of rain.

Traces of a dream different from that of the Dreamers.

Or perhaps a requiem from the city to itself.

7.

In either case

the song is not for Lurien.

Lurien loved the Kingdom’s Capital,

the heart of Hallownest.

He did not live the age

where songs for a ruin were sung on the streets.

/

8.

The streets echo with the footsteps of busy bugs.

Peaceful silence hangs in the Spire

and Lurien sits at his telescope.

/

9.

Perhaps

if you cover your eyes

you could pretend

that Lurien’s beloved city

hasn't changed at all.

/

10.

But the Watcher never turns away.

/

11.

The wanderers call this place

the City of tears.

They will never realize

just how apt the name is.

HE’S JUST SO PERFECT I ADORE HIM…….

ᓚᘏᗢ 𖤣𖥧 <- cat sniffing flowers

You may call me evil monster, if you insist